The CEO's Wife Is A Demon God's Daughter

A deep frown appeared on Tristan's face as he asked her, "What happened to your face?"

Zhen-Zhen paused for a moment. 'Dang… He saw it! Lie, Zhen-Zhen… just lie.'

"Oh, there's a mosquito in my face. It bit me so I reflexively slapped my face to kill it," Zhen-Zhen said as an excuse.

Tristan narrowed his eyes at her when he heard her excuse.

"You are lying!" Tristan promptly responded to her. He could see through her lies.

Tristan knew right away that she was lying. He never saw her kill any mosquito even before. He took note of her little actions. He knew Zhen-Zhen didn't want to kill any insect even a mosquito.

He could still remember when Zhen-Zhen was bitten by a mosquito and he slapped the mosquito in her hand, thus killing it. Zhen-Zhen questioned him why did he kill the poor mosquito. 

She looked like crying at that time as she took pity on that blood-sucking creature. And now, she was saying that she slapped a mosquito on her face. And how come it left a mark like that? That was a hard slap enough to leave a mark, not just a simple slap in order to kill a mosquito.

"Wifey, tell me honestly. What happened?" Tristan asked her once again. But Zhen-Zehn refused to tell him the truth.

"It's the truth. Don't worry, Hubby. It doesn't hurt me at all. I'm strong and powerful, remember?" Zhen-Zhen tried her best to hide the truth, still flashing her bright smile.

But Tristan was very determined. He won't let this go. Without saying a word, Tristan entered and barged in the Ladies Comfort Room, checking if there were other people inside. He had a hunch that someone hit Zhen-Zhen.

Tristan was now emanating a cold and chilly aura. He was fuming with rage just thinking that someone dared to hurt his wife behind his back.

He heard that others were unhappy knowing that Zhen-Zhen proposed this kind of activity. What if one of his cousins did this to her?

He understood Zhen-Zhen's motive. She was too kind that she didn't want to cause any conflict. So she decided not to tell him the truth, trying her best to cover up what happened to her. 

But that's what made Tristan became more upset and furious. She was too kind-hearted, sweet, pure, and innocent. She didn't deserve such treatment.

When he was already inside, Tristan learned that there were no other people aside from them. Zhen-Zhen followed him behind.

"Hubby, what are you doing? This is exclusive only for girls," Zhen-Zhen reminded him. But that's not Tristan's concern as of this moment. He wanted to know who slapped Zhen-Zhen in the face.

After a while, a certain someone crossed his mind. He recalled the moment he saw Mrs. Miller got out of the Ladies Comfort Room. She was wearing his triumphant smile.

A cold glint flashed through Tristan's eyes. His expression darkened. 'Does it mean Mrs. Miller was the one who did this to Zhen-Zhen?'

He didn't need to ask himself the reason why. He somehow connected the dots and already got a grasp of the situation. He remembered how Mrs. Miller reacted after knowing what happened to Hannah and Andrew in Oceaniz City.

He was the one to blame for that but Zhen-Zhen was the one who suffered the consequences. Tristan slammed his eyes shut while gritting his teeth.

'I promised to protect her but I'm the one who caused her to be hurt.'

Zhen-Zhen became nervous upon seeing the very serious expression of Tristan.

"Tristan?" Zhen-Zhen called him out with a worried look in her eyes.

Tristan remained silent but he pulled Zhen-Zhen towards his body, engulfing her in a tight warm hug. He gently stroked her hair and mumbled something in her ear.

"Wifey, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry about this." He truly meant every word.

Zhen-Zhen was taken aback upon hearing his apology. Then she felt Tristan's grip on her body tighten. He also bent down, kissing Zhen-Zhen on her head. Zhen-Zhen just remained silent. She somehow guessed that Tristan already learned what happened to her.

They just stayed like that for a few minutes, hugging each other. After that, Tristan made up his mind. He would confront the person who did this to Zhen-Zhen.

He didn't care if this would cause conflict or ruin the fun of this family gathering. He needed to do something… for Zhen-Zhen's sake.

With so much determination in mind, Tristan held Zhen-Zhen's hand as they went out of the Ladies Comfort Room. She just followed him, not asking where they were going.

It did not take long when Tristan and Zhen-Zhen arrived at the location where Mr. and Mrs. Miller were setting up their tent.

Her grip on Tristan's hand tightened the moment she saw Mrs. Miller. She wanted to stop Tristan from approaching them. But Tristan reassured her.

"Don't worry, Wifey. This time I won't allow them to touch you and hurt you again." Tristan said softly to her.

Zhen-Zhen just nodded her head.

"You can stay here, Wifey. I will just talk to her," Tristan's voice was gentle when talking to her but his eyes were sharp and cold as he watched Mrs. Miller.

Zhen-Zhen was hesitating. "Tristan, don't. Can we just leave them be and set up our tent?"

Tristan shook his head, "No," Tristan was firm with his decision. 

Tristan raised his hand, caressing her red swollen face. "Let me handle this, Wifey. Okay?"

Zhen-Zhen could only sigh and nod her head. Tristan asked her to stand on the back and wait for him. After that, he approached the Miller family.

"Auntie…" Tristan said, calling the attention of Mrs. Miller.

"Oh, Tristan, you're here. Do you need anything?" Mrs. Miller asked him with a wide smile as if nothing happened a while ago between her and Zhen-Zhen.

Tristan couldn't hide his displeasure. How could she still smile like this and face him as if nothing happened? How could she do that after what she had done to his wife?

"Auntie, I won't beat around the bush. Who gives you the right to hurt my wife?"